Where candy apples grow on trees

And lemon drops fall from chimney bees

Where Willy Wonka likes what he sees

You’ll find me there in the breeze

Where midgets dance and sing

And witches death notes ring

Where Dorothy lost her home to bling

You’ll find me there in the east wing

Where stripped cats can joke about

And crazy things happen with no doubt

Where all the mindless things are popping out

You’ll find me there in the midst of this drought